Not having school to get up for, I slept in. I had a bath and then a leisurely light breakfast. I got dressed (school tracksuit and trainers), and went the short walk to Gemma’s flat, where my sister welcomed me.
We just sat in the lounge and chatted for a while, and then had lunch.
“Do you fancy a stake out on the spare bed?” Gemma asked, as we stood in the kitchen washing and drying the pots. “I know it’s no the same as outside on the grass, but we dina have a lawn and I couldna get down to tie and untie you.”
“I was hoping you’d say that!” I replied, drying my hands.
“Follow me, bro!” Gemma exclaimed, leading me to the spare bedroom of their 2-bedroom flat.
The spare bedroom was a small, square-shaped room with a light colour décor and a small window opposite the door. It had a single bed, a single wardrobe and a small dressing table.
Gemma was well prepared for my visit in every way. There were ropes tied to the four corners of the bedframe, and an empty Royal High School Edinburgh black nylon gym bag on the dressing table.
“Make yourself comfortable, bro!” Gemma exclaimed, gesturing the bed.
I sat down on the bed and took my shoes and socks off, stuffing my socks inside my shoes and pushing them under the bed out of the way. I laid full length on my back on the bed with my arms and legs out in the spread-eagle position.
Walking round to the foot of the bed, Gemma tied the ropes tightly round my ankles. Then coming round to my left side (the bed was against the wall), she leaned over carefully and tied the ropes tightly round my wrists.
“Ropes OK?” Gemma asked, going over to the dressing table.
“Just fine!” I replied gratefully with a beaming smile on my face.
Gemma picked up the RHSE gym bag and came back over to the bed. She carefully hooded me with it, making sure I could breathe freely as the drawstrings were tied round my neck.
“You do look the part!” Gemma exclaimed approvingly, admiring the sight of helpless and hooded captive. “Sing out when you want releasing.”
Gemma pulled the door too, but didn’t fully close it as she left.
Being staked out spread-eagle is my favourite TUG position. I would prefer it on the back lawn at home, but we were at Gemma’s flat. Even if we were at home, as she said, being 5 months pregnant Gemma could not get down on the ground to tie/untie me!
One of the reasons I like spread-eagle so much is it’s a very restful position because no part of the body is defying gravity, like my arms are when chained to the cellar wall. Having absolute trust in Gemma and knowing she’s just in the next room, I can just relax and let myself go. Sometimes I let my mind wander into imaginary tug scenes, and sometimes I just fall asleep!
I could have just asked Gemma to close the door fully, but even though (being made of Nylon) gym bags become uncomfortable after a while, being hooded in one gives a sense of isolation which enables me to enjoy the fantasy or the nap! We use our school gym bags to put our swimming gear in when we go to the pool, so cutting an air hole in the bag is not really practicable and the bag is obviously not just used as a hood. I supposed we could buy another one and keep it just for TUGs. A cotton gym bag would be more comfortable to wear, but cotton isn’t as durable as nylon, and gym bags aren’t really intended for TUGs? LOL.
Although I’d had a good night’s sleep and a lie in, I still feeling a bit tired/worn from school exams. My mind didn’t wander into any fantasies, I just chilled out and went to sleep!
I’d obviously been asleep for a while, because it was very warm inside the hood when I woke up.
“Gemma!” I called out.
Bearing in mind Gemma’s own circumstances, she seemed quite quick in opening the door and coming into the room.
“Do you want releasing?” Gemma asked cheerfully, standing beside the bed.
“Yes please!” I replied.
Leaning carefully over me, Gemma untied my wrists and I sat up on the bed.
Removing the “hood” I blinked in the light returned Gemma’s smile.
“You’ve slept nearly three hours.” Gemma announced, as she untied my ankles. “You obviously needed it.”
I swung my legs over the side of the bed, reaching underneath, pulled my trainers out. Putting my socks and shoes back on, I stood up and carefully gave Gemma a grateful hug.
Paulscot
Love to be tied-up